Track Insight / Lyrics
Leather weary, eyes closed tight
Sitting still through the endless night
Scuffs and cracks, a worn-out face
Dust motes dancing in the fading place
Before dawn, before the bustle, voices and bells
The cobbler's bench, my story to tell
Mending shoes, a quiet art
Fixing memories, a labor of the heart
Oh the miles traveled, the roads I've seen
Pieces of lives, stitched into leather, worn and clean
Fade the scars, but the tales remain
My depot's tales, in every stitch, in every grain
Travelers' tales, whispered low
Of far-off lands, and stories to know
In the silence, the night's profound
The past and future, intertwined, a learned sound
Before dawn, before the bustle, voices and bells
The cobbler's bench, my story to tell
Mending shoes, a quiet art
Fixing memories, a labor of the heart
Oh the miles traveled, the roads I've seen
Pieces of lives, stitched into leather, worn and clean
Fade the scars, but the tales remain
My depot's tales, in every stitch, in every grain
Dreams slip through, in the early light
Like shadows on the depot's floor at night
Melodies that fade, as morning comes
But memories remain, in the cobbler's hands, in the hum
Oh the miles traveled, the roads I've seen
Pieces of lives, stitched into leather, worn and clean
Fade the scars, but the tales remain
My depot's tales, in every stitch, in every grain
And as the day breaks, and the world awakes
The weary cobbler, his vigil takes
In the depot's heart, his story's spun
Of travelers, tales, and leather, under the rising sun.
